Standing in Your Truth, No Matter the Cost

It takes real courage to summon the strength to overcome stagnation and become something new.

We struggle to accept what is and, in doing so, we struggle to force what is unnatural to be our dominant function. Nature is malleable and ever-changing, just like our thoughts, notions, beliefs, and feelings about what is true.

What is important to acknowledge, as we uncover further wisdom into who we truly are, is that what is true inevitably changes over time. Supposing we are malleable enough to let the universe shape us within the context of our environment and its directive, the guidance it lends us in the form of signs (material evidence) allows us to abide more securely in uncertainty (every need is met with perfect timing—always).

As we learn to trust our instincts, begin to listen to our intuition, and follow through with direct action, we begin to witness the world around us change and meld to whatever we deem to be true at this moment. Over time, we will eventually understand that this nature is illusory and we are present within it—awake and integral to how our perception creates whatever we wish, in order to become our brand new selves.

Time and time again, others have instilled their truth in me—I have absorbed it in my mind and trapped it in my heart. Stifling my spirit's motive to move me toward new horizons, venture forth into this material mystery, or see for myself what is true. The only revelations we ever need to rely on are derived from direct, human experience, beheld in each moment we are aware—attentive enough to observe what is.

I am an entrepreneur and have had a strange feeling from a young age, which has lingered with me ever since, that I would be doing something other than just waking up, going to work and consuming my ordained, false-fed untruth. Everything I have learned along the way was nothing more than a stepping stone, leading me down a path that I (the universe) was unconsciously forging.

Around my mid-twenties, I sobered up and awoke to see that I was a depressive addict, surrounded by addicts, and sleepers, in waking life.

I have discovered that few people really change from the time they have developed at the sub-adult age (self-serving, ego-centered personality). It seems painfully obvious to me now, that I am living in a realm primarily occupied by people who prefer to remain bystanders, sitting, more or less still, throughout the majority of their lives.

There may be vacations and time off from ‘life’, but this world is operating on falsehoods, designed to favor some at the expense of the many. Around my mid-twenties, I sobered up and awoke to see that I was a depressive addict, surrounded by addicts, and sleepers, in waking life.

Two choices emerged: pass a bullet through my skull or go see what the f*ck is really true!

What I see around me, everyday, are people walking about, ignoring their truths (perpetual denial). They are abiding by the falsity that this world is cruel, and therefore we ought to remain comfortably nestled within what is safe and familiar—whatever is secure. This may work for most, but for some, us seekers of truth, there is no possible way we can remain a part of the madness that promotes dis-ease and destruction to our nature—to us—veiled by our ignorance of the absolute truth.

I failed, whenever I trusted others, to show myself the way through, because I was led to believe, from a young age, that staying put, putting your time in and accepting such a life, is the way we do it. F*ck that. It might be for you, but to me that is a slow and silently painful suicide (too often, numbed by some form of chemical-derived, material abuse) where you have never awoken to see what is really true, about you.

Only when someone has foreclosed on their prior life, can they emerge, eventually, with new eyes (or wings) to see into this world—now observing neutrally what is true.

We are humans, not machines, and the time always remains now, for people like me, to break out and reveal what this nature is—to examine all that is false, so we might arrive at what is true.

I have sacrificed nearly everything, at the cost of my own self-perceived reputation (illusion), to abandon my comfort zones and go out into the real world where I might experience something that shatters my fear of falling in-line, while embodying my naivety, and truly becoming brand new. We are not who we think we are, but we are still human. Only when someone has foreclosed on their prior life, can they emerge, eventually, with new eyes (or wings) to see into this world—now observing neutrally what is true.

In the world, but not of the world.

A literal metamorphosis from within, that creates space for us to abide naturally, in what is—what is true. The rhythm of the universe is in perfect accord and, albeit amoral, nature is unerring in her truth (feminine energy). I am a man—an awakened gentleman (divine-masculine embodiment), who chooses to remain authentic and has no problem telling someone to, “F*ck off" if they wish to bind me, confine me, attempt to box me within their (delusional) illusion of me—what they falsely believe is true.

All beliefs are false—illusory in nature—the very essence that creates the flow of this reality, which appears (mimicking) to be true.

I am shedding the guilt and shame, the voices in my head, that belonged to someone else at some other period in time, and giving way to the space within to feel deeper into my loneliness and illusory fears.

We must ask ourselves, are we living healthily or are we just becoming a f*cking statistical, anomalous untruth? We are all going to die and that lottery is governed by universal law, not me—not you. We are led, fed and put to bed, by death, or the absence of light, where nothing exists as it stands in my truth, because we know nothing more than what is before us right here, presently a part of our living truth.

I have discovered that death is always at my doorstep.

It is tempting me to challenge what is real and what is false, to arrive at a state of beingness, where nothing more, and nothing less, resonates within us—perfectly attuned to what is absolute—our material, observable truth. I am shedding the guilt and shame, the voices in my head, that belonged to someone else at some other period in time, and giving way to the space within to feel deeper into my loneliness and illusory fears. Whatever no longer serves me may decay naturally (energetically) and whatever Spirit bequests becomes—a tangible truth.

So, what is true?

That is a question you must ask yourself, especially if you are feeling divinely guided to go—seek—truth. The Hero's Journey—is seeking, you.

About Thayne Ulschmid

Thayne Ulschmid is a transformational guidance coach, writer, and modern shaman. His goal is to help you uncover and liberate your own, unique nature while igniting your deepest passion to live freely and purposefully. You can learn more about his work at bodywisdomcollective.com.